Contentment eludes most of us. The awful thing about us is that we are always searching for smth better. Most of the time there isn’t anything better out there, but we drive ourselves crazy pursuing it, no matter what the challenge is.
nella bosca. e' stato il luogo ideale per nascondersi, per ripararsi. tutto il giorno la - solo il attimo per questi alberi. dall'infanzia cercavo di calmarsi del animo dagli latifogli...
posted by light will-o-z-wisp at
12:41 am
I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land; And all those Spanish nights were fine, It wasn't only from the wine; It still seems all in hand.
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